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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 2
The Curate loses his virginity.
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest
festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit
and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local food bank.
Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall.
"I don't know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek to set foot in a church."
Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs. Norris. "Well I'm a Christian, the same as you."
"Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the organist were getting
up to and I think it's disgusting! In the church of all places! And
he's old enough to be your father!"
"Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter they'll crumble
to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults. Single
consenting adults. So there."
"Why you, you, .horrid little slag!" Mrs. Norris fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off.
Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes.
"Coffee or tea?" a friendlier voice asked. It was Debbie, the Sunday
school teacher, who was volunteering to do today's hot drinks rota in
the hall.
"Tea please," Jenna replied.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I don't think I'll be on her Christmas card list."
"Don't let that old bag get to you. She's a nasty one. She's horribly
ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking Yulia's
English skills last week. I can't stand her. Her husband's not that bad,
he's a tedious fusspot, but there's no malice in him. But her, she's
poison."
"I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook." Jenna said.
"More likely that's her doing." Debbie replied. "I'd be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a laptop."
A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs. Norris were to post
some bile about her online? "I don't use social media anymore," she
said. "Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn't like the
pile-ons."
"Wise. I'm on Facebook, but only to keep up with church stuff. I
never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs. Norris would
have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that.
Keep it to yourself. I'm not ready to come out yet."
"Don't worry, I won't say a word."
Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other members of the
congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris would
soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him.
Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and
he'd sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley
and his "bulging hymn book."
She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh the curate
came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost
collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Josh stammered. "How clumsy of me."
Jenna bent down and picked up the books. "You're loaded up like a
pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all these?"
"Um. So kind!" His pale cheeks went pink. "The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn books."
"Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven't seen the vicar have you?""
"Oh, he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the organ pipes has just been repaired."
"Damn," Jenna muttered under her breath. "Oh dear. How sad. I guess he'll miss his tea and biscuits."
She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She'd never paid much
attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realized
that he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair
and a chubby face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend
Morris had said he was hoping to complete his ordination next year and
become a fully-fledged vicar. He'd been impressed by his devotion to the
church - but he needed to come out of his shell a bit and interact more
with worshippers. Josh was a shy man and lacking in self-confidence.
Remembering this information made Jenna smile.
I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help,
The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates.
"Holy sh,, I didn't know this room existed. And what a lot of stuff for one small church!" Jenna exclaimed.
"Heh, yeah." Josh said, putting the books down. "It's not just for St
Michael's. We share it with St John's and the Methodist church on
Oakwood Road."
Jenna began putting the books on the shelf.
"Um you don't need to do that,”
"Jenna."
Josh blushed again. "Jenna. It's kind of you to do that but,”
"Oh I don't mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey work? This
room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right?
Especially the vicar's right-hand man. That's what a curate is, yes?"
Josh relaxed a bit. "Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and Robin."
"Have you always wanted to be a curate?"
Josh sat down on a stool. "In truth, no way. I wasn't religious at
all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to dread
being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad
walked out, and that affected me a lot. Haven't seen him since. Mum
turned to drink, I relied on my grandad for support. He became a father
figure to me. He used to be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens
and passed my exams. I was eighteen when he died. That's when I decided I
wanted to follow in his footsteps. Without him - and God, I fear, well I
may have gone down a dark path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs,
self-harmed, maybe ended up in jail."
"Wow." Jenna replied, realizing how cosseted and safe her upbringing
had been. "Well I'm so glad your grandad was there for you."
"There are still days when I doubt myself and I'm in a bad place. I feel useless."
"Don't put yourself down," Jenna said, walking towards him. "You're an amazing role model, especially for younger people."
Josh blinked. "You, think so?"
"I do. Plus, you're really cute. Has a girl ever told you that before?"
Josh blushed. "Err, no-one except my Nan. I don't think she counts."
"Women round here must be blind," Jenna added, making him squirm with
embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He
trembled, cheeks turning redder.
"J-Jenna, don't,”
"It's alright Josh. You're not committing a sin or anything. We're not inside the church, if that's you're worried about."
"N-no, it's not that. I, um,” The curate sighed. "I, I'm just scared of, I don't know if I can, do this."
She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to question him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, but, um, that's the problem really. I'd like one, but I wouldn't know how to tell her,”
Jenna stroked his arm. "Tell her what?"
"I worry she'd laugh at me."
"Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at you. And I will understand."
He looked down. "Shit. I'm twenty-five. And I'm still a virgin! I've never gone beyond kissing a girl."
She kissed his cheek again. "Oh Josh. That's nothing to feel awkward
about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we're bombarded with
over-sexualized imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone
who's chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just
days after reaching the age of consent. I couldn't wait to lose it. But
that's just me,”
"Yeah but, I, um,”
She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out of him. "You want to lose your virginity, yes?"
"More than anything. But, dating today is scary. It's a minefield.
Especially after Me Too. I'm afraid. I don't want to say the wrong thing
and come across as some horny creep,”
Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs. Norris probably thinks of me as a horny creep. She thought.
"I get that. But trust me. I don't think a sweet, kind-hearted man of
God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes, nothing wrong with that
of course." She winked at him and he gulped. "How about it? I think
you're ready right now."
His eyes widened. "W-what? Here?"
"Why not? It's nice and private, And you're a really sexy curate!"
Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then her lips
were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away.
"Jenna,” He was already rock hard, and hoped his cassock had disguised this fact.
"Shush. You're very special." She whispered, barely audible. "You're
warm, caring, You're strong. You deserve to be experience the joys of
the flesh." She kissed him again. It's okay to feel nervous. First time
is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You'll be just fine,”
What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to herself.
He's so scared and unsure. I've never seduced a virgin before, so I'd
better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of
encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential.
The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. "Oh, Jenna!"
"Shhh." Her lips caressed his own, then his nose, his ear. "Don't talk just now, okay?"
"Mmm?"
She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between her own. At last, he responded.
"Josh." Jenna smiled cheekily. "You're a pretty good kisser, you know that?"
"Really?"
Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush. All we have to
do is discover each other. There's no hurry. No-one's going to come in
here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages."
Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock. "Oh my,
you're more than ready. "Let's get these buttons unfastened." She knelt
before him, opening the cassock and revealing the black trousers
underneath. And another straining crotch bulge.
"I'm going to worship you," she whispered, unbuckling his belt and
unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black briefs underneath.
It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore. First there
was Reverend Morris with his "holy boxers," then Gordon and his sensible
white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting briefs.
"Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, okay?"
The curate hesitated still, but Jenna's smile was reassuring and
gentle. "I promise you'll like it." With a shudder, Josh squeezed his
eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel
the cool air of the room, then Jenna's warm breath on his manhood.
"There we are."
He couldn't resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was painfully
stiff, of course, harder than he'd ever been in his life, but he didn't
need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand
through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth
palm encircled him.
"Oh my God!"
"Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God's gift to women. Just relax, don't
fight the feeling. Isn't it nice?" Jenna kissed the very tip of his
member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. "Don't fight it
now Josh, just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You
don't have to hold it back, just let it come." With that, she closed her
lips around his head, tasted him with her tongue.
"Uh! Oh Jesus!" The curate groaned. The crescendo was boiling in him
now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing could have
prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman's mouth, the slight
roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No
porn, no fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently
drawing on his cock, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable
pleasure. The fire was in him and around him, consuming him and his
thoughts until all that he was became the connection with her, his flesh
and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently as he built towards
climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.
"Oh,”
"Let it come."
Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again, shuddered
as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to
her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his
manhood, slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She
gently licked his shaft and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip,
and smiled up at him.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, standing up. "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?"
"Jenna. Fucking hell!"
"I'll take that as a yes?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
"Oh good. Because we're not done yet. You don't get off that easily
you know!" Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall to the
floor. Josh's eyes widened. She wasn't wearing any panties.
An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna
cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her
blouse. No bra!
"Your turn."
Josh crossed himself.
"Just trust your instincts." She whispered, lowering herself onto her
back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by her beauty and
timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red hair that
framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the
tantalizing lure of her wet womanhood between,
Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand he
reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple
with his thumb, ever so gently.
"Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!"
Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the memory of
the delightful sensations she'd given him earlier fresh in his mind. He
felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her
with his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her
nipple.
"Gently now."
"Sorry!"
The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before moving
down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment.
Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did.
Tentatively, he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger
through the trimmed hair above her slit.
Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves beginning to
fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to trail a
finger between her cunt lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him,
and he glanced up.
"You're doing great, Josh." Jenna answered in a throaty whisper. "Please don't stop."
He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a moan.
Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her.
"Oh Josh,” He suckled gently on her clit and she let out a scream.
"Jenna?" He pulled away from her, his fear returning. "Did I hurt you?"
"No Josh. It was incredible, that's all. When you licked me down
there, wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn quick! But
don't make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it
happens."
Josh's heart leapt into his throat. "Oh,”
"Are you ready?"
"Um, but protection, I-I don't have a condom,”
"It's okay, you don't need to worry. I'm on the Pill."
"Oh, right. Good,”
"Think of this as doing God's work," Jenna purred, urging him to get
on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin cock inside her.
Slowly he positioned himself above her on the creaking table. Jenna
took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his organ
nestle inside her.
"Lord in Heaven!" It was such exquisite torture, fighting the urge to
cum as fast as he could. The feel of her cunt as it sheathed him was
beyond even the joys he'd felt already.
At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his face in her neck.
"Umm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!"
Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his cock in
and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could,
and gasped, savoring the sensation.
"Oh Josh, that's so good!"
He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he was pounding her like a pro.
"Jenna!" He could feel his climax coming now, a mighty force of
almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many devils, Josh
drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He'd been freed.
"Ugh!" With a roar of release the curate came, filling Jenna's
womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted.
But he knew that it was wonderful, an epiphany of sensation, and that
Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect
harmony with his.
When they'd both calmed down, Jenna held him close and kissed him.
"Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How are you
feeling?"
"Just fantastic, absolutely fantastic! I, wow. That was, incredible. Um, do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?"
"Not at all. You go ahead."
When he'd finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna, who was
smiling broadly. "You are going to become a bloody amazing vicar!" She
said.
An Erotic Dream & an organ lesson.
T'was the Year of Our Lord 1739, and on a road bound for London,
weary preacher and hymn writer Charles Wesley had just arrived at a
tavern.
"Innkeeper! I hath been riding all day and my poor horse be in the great need of water and rest. As am I." Charles said.
"Fear thee not, good fellow, I'll tend to thine horse!" The innkeeper
replied. "If it's a room for the night you're looking for, then ye hath
come to the right place. Here at the Lamb Inn, there's always a warm
greeting for a weary traveler. I'll leave ye in the capable hands of my
fine wench Jen, who is adept at making gentlemen feel welcome,”
"Greetings to you sir!" Jen said, and Charles was a little taken
aback by this stunning redheaded wench. "If you'd like to follow me,
I'll lead you to your bedchamber." She picked up a candle and gave him a
seductive smirk.
"Gladly, Miss!" Charles replied, following her up the creaking wooden
staircase. In the main room, sounds of merriment filled the air as many
men supped ale and enjoyed the company of willing wenches.
"I see you're a man of faith, sir," said Jen as she reached the top of the stairs. "Have you travelled far?"
"Aye, all the way from Bristol. I write many hymns. I'm going to
visit my older brother John, who's in London. He's a preacher too. In
fact he,”
"Oh gosh, of course! Your brother must be John Wesley, founder of that Methodist movement I keep hearin' about!"
"That's right! I'm Charles Wesley."
Jen entered the bedchamber. "Here we are, Mr. Wesley. I trust the
room is to your liking? This happens to be a new room - never been used
before. Bed never slept in, chair never sat on, chamber pot never,”
"Ah, glorious!" Charles interrupted her. "It looks most excellent. I
am indeed blessed to have been afforded such kindness. God is good!"
"Mmm, thanks be to God," Jen replied, eyeing up Charles. He was young
and rather attractive for a man of the cloth. Most of the clergy she'd
encountered in her life had been very old men.
"There be a fresh jug of water on the table for you, Mr. Wesley.
We're lucky here. The Lamb has a deep well which provides safe, clean
water to drink. That's why we get so many visitors desperate to quench
their thirst without worry of getting the flux."
Charles nodded as he put his bag down on the chair and removed his black robe. That four poster bed looked so inviting.
"Why don't you sit on the bed, Mr. Wesley? I cannot help but wonder, after all that riding, do you not grow a little stiff?"
"Um, I am a little stiff, yes."
"Then come over here and sit beside me." Jen said, patting the bed. "I'd be interested to hear about your hymn writing."
Charles bashfully did as she asked. "Well right now, I am working on a
"Hymn for Christmas Day." But I confess I have only written the first
verse.
"Perchance could I hear this first verse?" Jen replied.
Charles nodded.
"Hark how all the Welkin rings
Glory to the King of Kings,
Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild,
God and Sinners reconciled!"
"I'd say that's a marvelous first verse," said Jen. "Very stirring,
very uplifting. It makes one, rise to the occasion." Her hand had
somehow ended up on his thigh.
"Oh do you think so? That pleases me greatly, Miss! Now if only I could complete it."
Jen removed her mobcap, revealing long, tumbling red locks. Charles
gazed, mesmerized. "By all the saints, you're a pretty woman, Miss,”
"Jen, Mr. Wesley, perhaps I can be of some help to you." She blew out
the candle. "Oh my! Now we're in the dark. How careless of me! We'll
just have to,”
"Oh Miss Jen!" Charles gasped as her hand groped him in an intimate place.
"I think you've risen to the occasion Mr. Wesley!"
A few moments later and the good wench had relieved the dear Mr.
Wesley of his breeches and cast off the rest of his apparel, including a
periwig. The preacher produced naked, stiff, and erect, a wonderful
maypole. Jen put her hands to this fine example of maleness and her
actions had the desired effect.
"Ah! I think my inspiration is returning!"
"I'm filled with joy, Mr. Wesley! Tis an honor to help you!"
"Joyful all ye Nations rise,
Join the Triumph of the Skies,
Universal Nature say
"Christ the Lord is born to Day!"
"That's a wonderful second verse!" Jen ran her tongue round the
preacher's erect member, before taking his entire length into her mouth.
"Oh Lord in Heaven, I have given in to sin, but if the sin results in
a completed hymn, will thou look upon me with mercy?" Charles gasped,
as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Jen withdrew. "The Lord will indeed pardon you, Mr. Wesley. Now please relax and enjoy my help!"
"Ah, oh my God, thine tongue is divine, it feels so good!"
Jen sucked, licked and teased Charles' cock until he could take no more.
"Miss Jen! I'm going to spend! Oh, yes!"
"Ahh, I have been anointed by your holy essence, Mr. Wesley!" Jen giggled as she eagerly gobbled up his seed.
Charles' face bore an expression of utter bliss and satisfaction. "Oh
Miss Jen. I am so grateful God delivered me to this inn. What sweet
pleasures you have afforded me this evening!"
A furious knocking on the bedchamber door disturbed the blissful ambience.
"Jen! Jen! You need to get up!" a woman shouted.
"Is that, the innkeeper's wife?" Charles wondered, still dazed after his powerful orgasm.
Jen licked the remaining cum off the preacher's softening cock. "Mm,
sounds like Mother. But wait, Mother died of smallpox ten years ago, so
how, ?"
Everything seemed to fade away in a strange haze.
"Jen! You're going to be late for work! Wake up!"
Jenna finally awoke. "Huh? What?"
"Are you alright?" Her mum shouted. "Answer me or I'm coming in."
"Um yeah. I'm fine Mum!" She rolled over and reached for her smartphone. Squinting, she looked at the clock.
"Shit! I overslept!"
Breakfast was a rushed affair, with Jenna barely able to drink half a cup of coffee and a piece of toast.
"For goodness cake, slow down before you choke on that," her mum said.
"Can't believe I overslept. I set my phone. I've never done that before." Jenna said.
"Hey, we all do it sometimes. Though your exertions at church no
doubt kept you up late. Your dad and I noticed how much time you've been
spending at St. Michael's. Now feel free to tell me to mind my own
business, but what's with the sudden obsession with church? You've never
been interested before. You used to laugh at Gran for being in the
Mother's Union."
"I guess the pandemic made me think about things differently," Jenna
lied, trying to think up a good excuse. "I know I never attended church
much before, but I never stopped being a believer."
"That's great, Jen. I'm glad it makes you happy. I just hope you're
not spending all your time with old people, though. It's good to mix
with people your own age."
"Oh there's a good mix of different ages at St Michael's. They're not
all boomers, Mum. The curate, Yulia and Debbie aren't much different to
me. And Reverend Morris, .he's amazing."
"I'm sure he is," her mum replied, with a wry grin. "You out tonight?"
"Yes. Choir practice." Jenna grabbed her bag and car keys.
"By the way, who's Charles Wesley?"
"Um, what?"
"You were yelling his name over and over in your sleep. You must've been dreaming."
"Oh. Well he's a guy who wrote a lot of great hymns. He lived in the
18th century. He wrote that famous carol "Hark the Herald Angels Sing",
although the original words were different. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!"
Jenna's mum shook her head. "Charles Wesley? When I was growing up, I used to dream about Brad Pitt."
"I have got to get a place of my own," Jenna muttered to herself as she headed to the car. "That was cringe."
Jenna had prepared herself for her evening "choir practice" with
Gordon, by wearing her best lingerie and a sexy dress that perfectly
highlighted her curves and cleavage. The organist himself had also made
an effort, by wearing his best suit and tie. With his black robe
unfastened, he resembled an old-fashioned headmaster.
"Hello there!" Gordon said, grinning from ear to ear. Whoa, she
looked drop-dead gorgeous. He was practically drooling like a dog in
heat.
"Not so bad yourself, Gordon!" Jenna replied. "Love the suit. Now all you need is a cane."
"A cane?"
"To punish me with. You see, I've been a naughty girl. I forgot to practice that piece of music you mentioned."
"Oh dearie me," Gordon said, walking over to her. "Whatever am I to
do with such a naughty girl? Never mind. I'm sure you can make it up to
me some way,”
He sat down on the organ stool. "Come sit in my lap, Jenna. We're going to play a little tune together. I'm sure you can do it."
"Why Gordon, I'm not sure I can play this. It's a bit of a step up from the piano."
"Just give it a try. I'm sure you'll learn quick!" He winked. "Try the third manual," he added, indicating one of the keyboards.
Jenna bit her lip and slid onto Gordon's lap. She deliberated wiggled
about a bit, causing him to let out a groan. "This seat is a little,
hard!"
Jenna began playing the first few notes. "You're right, Kings and
Queens does sound fantastic on a pipe organ. I'd have never guessed you
were an Ava Max fan, Gordon."
"Hah, I'm not. Can't stand modern pop music. But the younger members
of the choir are always begging for this song. You're great at this!"
As Jenna continued to play, Gordon began massaging her breasts and kissing her exposed neck.
"Oh Gordon," Jenna sighed.
"There's a part-time job available,” he continued, between kisses.
"An assistant choirmaster and pianist at the Sunday school. Three days a
week. The school isn't just open on Sundays anymore. There's a crèche
and breakfast club on Wednesdays. They do after-school sessions for kids
who have special needs. It's not bad money. I know you've got all the
relevant qualifications. If you're interested, I could easily pull a few
strings and get you in."
Jenna suddenly halted her playing. "Wow, are you serious?"
"Of course I am. Look, the young 'uns think I'm some kind of ogre.
And they're probably right. But you, you'd be such an asset to the
school. And tell me honestly, do you truly enjoy working in a call
center?"
"I hate it. The pay is shit and I hate my boss. Now she's a real-life ogre."
"Exactly. Your talents are wasted in a dead-end job like that, Jenna.
It's up to you of course, but please give it some thought."
She turned round to face him. Kissing him hard the lips, she slipped
her arms round his shoulders. "I've given it thought. I accept! Now why
don't you let me thank you properly, Gordon?"
Jenna hiked up her dress, and unfastened Gordon's belt. She unzipped
his trousers, pushed down his underpants, and his rock hard erection
sprang free from its encumbrance. Unable to contain himself any longer,
Gordon pulled aside the crotch of her damp panties, positioned himself
to her entrance, and pushed himself into her. The soft lips between her
legs parted, and she threw her head back in sudden ecstasy as the
organist began thrusting himself in and out of her warm body, slowly at
first, then building in speed.
Outside, a black 4 by 4 had just pulled up in the church car park.
John Norris got out of the driver's side and furiously slammed the door
shut.
"John please, don't do this!" his wife pleaded. "Not in the church!"
"Look Patricia, I want to get to the bottom of this. First Gordon
angrily accuses me of spreading lies on Facebook. He called me "the
biggest shit-stirrer in this church" to my face! Now the chaps at the
Rotary Club have frozen me out. They said I've been making sexist jokes
and racist comments about Ukrainians! I ask you, when have I ever made a
racist comment? I haven't a racist bone in my body! And I've never
signed up to Facebook either. Someone is trying to smear my name. If you
ask me, Gordon's the one behind it all! Well, we'll see what he has to
say, man-to-man."
A look of horror swept Mrs. Norris' face. "You can't go in there! I can hear the organ - the choir are in there!"
"I don't care if the whole bloody town is in there!" John yelled, a
display of anger that was most unlike him. "This has gone too far. I
can't believe Gordon could be so vindictive. He'd a bad-tempered sod,
but I never thought he'd do this. Libel is a serious offence."
He stormed into the church and marched down the aisle, his panicking wife rushing after him.
"Alright alright, it wasn't Gordon. It was me!" She grabbed his arm. He halted.
"What?"
"I did it."
John shook his head. "Why are you trying to protect him? Do you fancy him or something? Is there more to this?"
"No! No of course I don't! Look, I signed up to Facebook so I could
access the church page but I used your name. I know I shouldn't have
but, well surely you must know how members of this church treat me? I'd
have been blocked immediately!"
John's face had gone through several shades of red and was now the color of raw steak.
"You, Did what? You've been spreading lies and racist comments using
an account with my name? What the hell am I married to?" He walked round
the side of the organ. "Bloody hell!"
Mrs. Norris shoved him aside, wondering what had shocked him. "That's
her! She's the one who's caused all this! The little tart! She's
bringing filth and depravity to this church!"
John glared at his wife. "I'd say your own venom has done that
already, Patricia." He turned and stormed off. "I'm going home. To pack a
few things. I'm going to stay at my brother's for a bit. And you, well
you can go to Hell."
"Gordon, do you hear somebody shouting?" Jenna sighed as she felt his warm cum fill her.
"Probably just a bit of rowdy teen behavior outside," Gordon replied with a smirk.
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At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest
festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit
and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local food bank.
Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall.
"I don't know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek to set foot in a church."
Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs. Norris. "Well I'm a Christian, the same as you."
"Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the organist were getting
up to and I think it's disgusting! In the church of all places! And
he's old enough to be your father!"
"Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter they'll crumble
to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults. Single
consenting adults. So there."
"Why you, you, .horrid little slag!" Mrs. Norris fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off.
Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes.
"Coffee or tea?" a friendlier voice asked. It was Debbie, the Sunday
school teacher, who was volunteering to do today's hot drinks rota in
the hall.
"Tea please," Jenna replied.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I don't think I'll be on her Christmas card list."
"Don't let that old bag get to you. She's a nasty one. She's horribly
ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking Yulia's
English skills last week. I can't stand her. Her husband's not that bad,
he's a tedious fusspot, but there's no malice in him. But her, she's
poison."
"I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook." Jenna said.
"More likely that's her doing." Debbie replied. "I'd be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a laptop."
A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs. Norris were to post
some bile about her online? "I don't use social media anymore," she
said. "Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn't like the
pile-ons."
"Wise. I'm on Facebook, but only to keep up with church stuff. I
never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs. Norris would
have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that.
Keep it to yourself. I'm not ready to come out yet."
"Don't worry, I won't say a word."
Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other members of the
congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris would
soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him.
Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and
he'd sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley
and his "bulging hymn book."
She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh the curate
came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost
collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Josh stammered. "How clumsy of me."
Jenna bent down and picked up the books. "You're loaded up like a
pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all these?"
"Um. So kind!" His pale cheeks went pink. "The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn books."
"Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven't seen the vicar have you?""
"Oh, he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the organ pipes has just been repaired."
"Damn," Jenna muttered under her breath. "Oh dear. How sad. I guess he'll miss his tea and biscuits."
She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She'd never paid much
attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realized
that he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair
and a chubby face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend
Morris had said he was hoping to complete his ordination next year and
become a fully-fledged vicar. He'd been impressed by his devotion to the
church - but he needed to come out of his shell a bit and interact more
with worshippers. Josh was a shy man and lacking in self-confidence.
Remembering this information made Jenna smile.
I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help,
The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates.
"Holy sh,, I didn't know this room existed. And what a lot of stuff for one small church!" Jenna exclaimed.
"Heh, yeah." Josh said, putting the books down. "It's not just for St
Michael's. We share it with St John's and the Methodist church on
Oakwood Road."
Jenna began putting the books on the shelf.
"Um you don't need to do that,”
"Jenna."
Josh blushed again. "Jenna. It's kind of you to do that but,”
"Oh I don't mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey work? This
room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right?
Especially the vicar's right-hand man. That's what a curate is, yes?"
Josh relaxed a bit. "Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and Robin."
"Have you always wanted to be a curate?"
Josh sat down on a stool. "In truth, no way. I wasn't religious at
all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to dread
being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad
walked out, and that affected me a lot. Haven't seen him since. Mum
turned to drink, I relied on my grandad for support. He became a father
figure to me. He used to be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens
and passed my exams. I was eighteen when he died. That's when I decided I
wanted to follow in his footsteps. Without him - and God, I fear, well I
may have gone down a dark path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs,
self-harmed, maybe ended up in jail."
"Wow." Jenna replied, realizing how cosseted and safe her upbringing
had been. "Well I'm so glad your grandad was there for you."
"There are still days when I doubt myself and I'm in a bad place. I feel useless."
"Don't put yourself down," Jenna said, walking towards him. "You're an amazing role model, especially for younger people."
Josh blinked. "You, think so?"
"I do. Plus, you're really cute. Has a girl ever told you that before?"
Josh blushed. "Err, no-one except my Nan. I don't think she counts."
"Women round here must be blind," Jenna added, making him squirm with
embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He
trembled, cheeks turning redder.
"J-Jenna, don't,”
"It's alright Josh. You're not committing a sin or anything. We're not inside the church, if that's you're worried about."
"N-no, it's not that. I, um,” The curate sighed. "I, I'm just scared of, I don't know if I can, do this."
She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to question him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, but, um, that's the problem really. I'd like one, but I wouldn't know how to tell her,”
Jenna stroked his arm. "Tell her what?"
"I worry she'd laugh at me."
"Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at you. And I will understand."
He looked down. "Shit. I'm twenty-five. And I'm still a virgin! I've never gone beyond kissing a girl."
She kissed his cheek again. "Oh Josh. That's nothing to feel awkward
about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we're bombarded with
over-sexualized imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone
who's chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just
days after reaching the age of consent. I couldn't wait to lose it. But
that's just me,”
"Yeah but, I, um,”
She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out of him. "You want to lose your virginity, yes?"
"More than anything. But, dating today is scary. It's a minefield.
Especially after Me Too. I'm afraid. I don't want to say the wrong thing
and come across as some horny creep,”
Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs. Norris probably thinks of me as a horny creep. She thought.
"I get that. But trust me. I don't think a sweet, kind-hearted man of
God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes, nothing wrong with that
of course." She winked at him and he gulped. "How about it? I think
you're ready right now."
His eyes widened. "W-what? Here?"
"Why not? It's nice and private, And you're a really sexy curate!"
Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then her lips
were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away.
"Jenna,” He was already rock hard, and hoped his cassock had disguised this fact.
"Shush. You're very special." She whispered, barely audible. "You're
warm, caring, You're strong. You deserve to be experience the joys of
the flesh." She kissed him again. It's okay to feel nervous. First time
is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You'll be just fine,”
What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to herself.
He's so scared and unsure. I've never seduced a virgin before, so I'd
better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of
encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential.
The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. "Oh, Jenna!"
"Shhh." Her lips caressed his own, then his nose, his ear. "Don't talk just now, okay?"
"Mmm?"
She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between her own. At last, he responded.
"Josh." Jenna smiled cheekily. "You're a pretty good kisser, you know that?"
"Really?"
Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush. All we have to
do is discover each other. There's no hurry. No-one's going to come in
here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages."
Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock. "Oh my,
you're more than ready. "Let's get these buttons unfastened." She knelt
before him, opening the cassock and revealing the black trousers
underneath. And another straining crotch bulge.
"I'm going to worship you," she whispered, unbuckling his belt and
unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black briefs underneath.
It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore. First there
was Reverend Morris with his "holy boxers," then Gordon and his sensible
white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting briefs.
"Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, okay?"
The curate hesitated still, but Jenna's smile was reassuring and
gentle. "I promise you'll like it." With a shudder, Josh squeezed his
eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel
the cool air of the room, then Jenna's warm breath on his manhood.
"There we are."
He couldn't resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was painfully
stiff, of course, harder than he'd ever been in his life, but he didn't
need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand
through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth
palm encircled him.
"Oh my God!"
"Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God's gift to women. Just relax, don't
fight the feeling. Isn't it nice?" Jenna kissed the very tip of his
member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. "Don't fight it
now Josh, just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You
don't have to hold it back, just let it come." With that, she closed her
lips around his head, tasted him with her tongue.
"Uh! Oh Jesus!" The curate groaned. The crescendo was boiling in him
now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing could have
prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman's mouth, the slight
roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No
porn, no fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently
drawing on his cock, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable
pleasure. The fire was in him and around him, consuming him and his
thoughts until all that he was became the connection with her, his flesh
and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently as he built towards
climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.
"Oh,”
"Let it come."
Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again, shuddered
as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to
her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his
manhood, slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She
gently licked his shaft and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip,
and smiled up at him.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, standing up. "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?"
"Jenna. Fucking hell!"
"I'll take that as a yes?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
"Oh good. Because we're not done yet. You don't get off that easily
you know!" Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall to the
floor. Josh's eyes widened. She wasn't wearing any panties.
An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna
cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her
blouse. No bra!
"Your turn."
Josh crossed himself.
"Just trust your instincts." She whispered, lowering herself onto her
back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by her beauty and
timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red hair that
framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the
tantalizing lure of her wet womanhood between,
Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand he
reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple
with his thumb, ever so gently.
"Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!"
Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the memory of
the delightful sensations she'd given him earlier fresh in his mind. He
felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her
with his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her
nipple.
"Gently now."
"Sorry!"
The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before moving
down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment.
Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did.
Tentatively, he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger
through the trimmed hair above her slit.
Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves beginning to
fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to trail a
finger between her cunt lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him,
and he glanced up.
"You're doing great, Josh." Jenna answered in a throaty whisper. "Please don't stop."
He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a moan.
Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her.
"Oh Josh,” He suckled gently on her clit and she let out a scream.
"Jenna?" He pulled away from her, his fear returning. "Did I hurt you?"
"No Josh. It was incredible, that's all. When you licked me down
there, wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn quick! But
don't make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it
happens."
Josh's heart leapt into his throat. "Oh,”
"Are you ready?"
"Um, but protection, I-I don't have a condom,”
"It's okay, you don't need to worry. I'm on the Pill."
"Oh, right. Good,”
"Think of this as doing God's work," Jenna purred, urging him to get
on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin cock inside her.
Slowly he positioned himself above her on the creaking table. Jenna
took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his organ
nestle inside her.
"Lord in Heaven!" It was such exquisite torture, fighting the urge to
cum as fast as he could. The feel of her cunt as it sheathed him was
beyond even the joys he'd felt already.
At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his face in her neck.
"Umm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!"
Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his cock in
and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could,
and gasped, savoring the sensation.
"Oh Josh, that's so good!"
He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he was pounding her like a pro.
"Jenna!" He could feel his climax coming now, a mighty force of
almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many devils, Josh
drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He'd been freed.
"Ugh!" With a roar of release the curate came, filling Jenna's
womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted.
But he knew that it was wonderful, an epiphany of sensation, and that
Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect
harmony with his.
When they'd both calmed down, Jenna held him close and kissed him.
"Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How are you
feeling?"
"Just fantastic, absolutely fantastic! I, wow. That was, incredible. Um, do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?"
"Not at all. You go ahead."
When he'd finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna, who was
smiling broadly. "You are going to become a bloody amazing vicar!" She
said.
An Erotic Dream & an organ lesson.
T'was the Year of Our Lord 1739, and on a road bound for London,
weary preacher and hymn writer Charles Wesley had just arrived at a
tavern.
"Innkeeper! I hath been riding all day and my poor horse be in the great need of water and rest. As am I." Charles said.
"Fear thee not, good fellow, I'll tend to thine horse!" The innkeeper
replied. "If it's a room for the night you're looking for, then ye hath
come to the right place. Here at the Lamb Inn, there's always a warm
greeting for a weary traveler. I'll leave ye in the capable hands of my
fine wench Jen, who is adept at making gentlemen feel welcome,”
"Greetings to you sir!" Jen said, and Charles was a little taken
aback by this stunning redheaded wench. "If you'd like to follow me,
I'll lead you to your bedchamber." She picked up a candle and gave him a
seductive smirk.
"Gladly, Miss!" Charles replied, following her up the creaking wooden
staircase. In the main room, sounds of merriment filled the air as many
men supped ale and enjoyed the company of willing wenches.
"I see you're a man of faith, sir," said Jen as she reached the top of the stairs. "Have you travelled far?"
"Aye, all the way from Bristol. I write many hymns. I'm going to
visit my older brother John, who's in London. He's a preacher too. In
fact he,”
"Oh gosh, of course! Your brother must be John Wesley, founder of that Methodist movement I keep hearin' about!"
"That's right! I'm Charles Wesley."
Jen entered the bedchamber. "Here we are, Mr. Wesley. I trust the
room is to your liking? This happens to be a new room - never been used
before. Bed never slept in, chair never sat on, chamber pot never,”
"Ah, glorious!" Charles interrupted her. "It looks most excellent. I
am indeed blessed to have been afforded such kindness. God is good!"
"Mmm, thanks be to God," Jen replied, eyeing up Charles. He was young
and rather attractive for a man of the cloth. Most of the clergy she'd
encountered in her life had been very old men.
"There be a fresh jug of water on the table for you, Mr. Wesley.
We're lucky here. The Lamb has a deep well which provides safe, clean
water to drink. That's why we get so many visitors desperate to quench
their thirst without worry of getting the flux."
Charles nodded as he put his bag down on the chair and removed his black robe. That four poster bed looked so inviting.
"Why don't you sit on the bed, Mr. Wesley? I cannot help but wonder, after all that riding, do you not grow a little stiff?"
"Um, I am a little stiff, yes."
"Then come over here and sit beside me." Jen said, patting the bed. "I'd be interested to hear about your hymn writing."
Charles bashfully did as she asked. "Well right now, I am working on a
"Hymn for Christmas Day." But I confess I have only written the first
verse.
"Perchance could I hear this first verse?" Jen replied.
Charles nodded.
"Hark how all the Welkin rings
Glory to the King of Kings,
Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild,
God and Sinners reconciled!"
"I'd say that's a marvelous first verse," said Jen. "Very stirring,
very uplifting. It makes one, rise to the occasion." Her hand had
somehow ended up on his thigh.
"Oh do you think so? That pleases me greatly, Miss! Now if only I could complete it."
Jen removed her mobcap, revealing long, tumbling red locks. Charles
gazed, mesmerized. "By all the saints, you're a pretty woman, Miss,”
"Jen, Mr. Wesley, perhaps I can be of some help to you." She blew out
the candle. "Oh my! Now we're in the dark. How careless of me! We'll
just have to,”
"Oh Miss Jen!" Charles gasped as her hand groped him in an intimate place.
"I think you've risen to the occasion Mr. Wesley!"
A few moments later and the good wench had relieved the dear Mr.
Wesley of his breeches and cast off the rest of his apparel, including a
periwig. The preacher produced naked, stiff, and erect, a wonderful
maypole. Jen put her hands to this fine example of maleness and her
actions had the desired effect.
"Ah! I think my inspiration is returning!"
"I'm filled with joy, Mr. Wesley! Tis an honor to help you!"
"Joyful all ye Nations rise,
Join the Triumph of the Skies,
Universal Nature say
"Christ the Lord is born to Day!"
"That's a wonderful second verse!" Jen ran her tongue round the
preacher's erect member, before taking his entire length into her mouth.
"Oh Lord in Heaven, I have given in to sin, but if the sin results in
a completed hymn, will thou look upon me with mercy?" Charles gasped,
as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Jen withdrew. "The Lord will indeed pardon you, Mr. Wesley. Now please relax and enjoy my help!"
"Ah, oh my God, thine tongue is divine, it feels so good!"
Jen sucked, licked and teased Charles' cock until he could take no more.
"Miss Jen! I'm going to spend! Oh, yes!"
"Ahh, I have been anointed by your holy essence, Mr. Wesley!" Jen giggled as she eagerly gobbled up his seed.
Charles' face bore an expression of utter bliss and satisfaction. "Oh
Miss Jen. I am so grateful God delivered me to this inn. What sweet
pleasures you have afforded me this evening!"
A furious knocking on the bedchamber door disturbed the blissful ambience.
"Jen! Jen! You need to get up!" a woman shouted.
"Is that, the innkeeper's wife?" Charles wondered, still dazed after his powerful orgasm.
Jen licked the remaining cum off the preacher's softening cock. "Mm,
sounds like Mother. But wait, Mother died of smallpox ten years ago, so
how, ?"
Everything seemed to fade away in a strange haze.
"Jen! You're going to be late for work! Wake up!"
Jenna finally awoke. "Huh? What?"
"Are you alright?" Her mum shouted. "Answer me or I'm coming in."
"Um yeah. I'm fine Mum!" She rolled over and reached for her smartphone. Squinting, she looked at the clock.
"Shit! I overslept!"
Breakfast was a rushed affair, with Jenna barely able to drink half a cup of coffee and a piece of toast.
"For goodness cake, slow down before you choke on that," her mum said.
"Can't believe I overslept. I set my phone. I've never done that before." Jenna said.
"Hey, we all do it sometimes. Though your exertions at church no
doubt kept you up late. Your dad and I noticed how much time you've been
spending at St. Michael's. Now feel free to tell me to mind my own
business, but what's with the sudden obsession with church? You've never
been interested before. You used to laugh at Gran for being in the
Mother's Union."
"I guess the pandemic made me think about things differently," Jenna
lied, trying to think up a good excuse. "I know I never attended church
much before, but I never stopped being a believer."
"That's great, Jen. I'm glad it makes you happy. I just hope you're
not spending all your time with old people, though. It's good to mix
with people your own age."
"Oh there's a good mix of different ages at St Michael's. They're not
all boomers, Mum. The curate, Yulia and Debbie aren't much different to
me. And Reverend Morris, .he's amazing."
"I'm sure he is," her mum replied, with a wry grin. "You out tonight?"
"Yes. Choir practice." Jenna grabbed her bag and car keys.
"By the way, who's Charles Wesley?"
"Um, what?"
"You were yelling his name over and over in your sleep. You must've been dreaming."
"Oh. Well he's a guy who wrote a lot of great hymns. He lived in the
18th century. He wrote that famous carol "Hark the Herald Angels Sing",
although the original words were different. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!"
Jenna's mum shook her head. "Charles Wesley? When I was growing up, I used to dream about Brad Pitt."
"I have got to get a place of my own," Jenna muttered to herself as she headed to the car. "That was cringe."
Jenna had prepared herself for her evening "choir practice" with
Gordon, by wearing her best lingerie and a sexy dress that perfectly
highlighted her curves and cleavage. The organist himself had also made
an effort, by wearing his best suit and tie. With his black robe
unfastened, he resembled an old-fashioned headmaster.
"Hello there!" Gordon said, grinning from ear to ear. Whoa, she
looked drop-dead gorgeous. He was practically drooling like a dog in
heat.
"Not so bad yourself, Gordon!" Jenna replied. "Love the suit. Now all you need is a cane."
"A cane?"
"To punish me with. You see, I've been a naughty girl. I forgot to practice that piece of music you mentioned."
"Oh dearie me," Gordon said, walking over to her. "Whatever am I to
do with such a naughty girl? Never mind. I'm sure you can make it up to
me some way,”
He sat down on the organ stool. "Come sit in my lap, Jenna. We're going to play a little tune together. I'm sure you can do it."
"Why Gordon, I'm not sure I can play this. It's a bit of a step up from the piano."
"Just give it a try. I'm sure you'll learn quick!" He winked. "Try the third manual," he added, indicating one of the keyboards.
Jenna bit her lip and slid onto Gordon's lap. She deliberated wiggled
about a bit, causing him to let out a groan. "This seat is a little,
hard!"
Jenna began playing the first few notes. "You're right, Kings and
Queens does sound fantastic on a pipe organ. I'd have never guessed you
were an Ava Max fan, Gordon."
"Hah, I'm not. Can't stand modern pop music. But the younger members
of the choir are always begging for this song. You're great at this!"
As Jenna continued to play, Gordon began massaging her breasts and kissing her exposed neck.
"Oh Gordon," Jenna sighed.
"There's a part-time job available,” he continued, between kisses.
"An assistant choirmaster and pianist at the Sunday school. Three days a
week. The school isn't just open on Sundays anymore. There's a crèche
and breakfast club on Wednesdays. They do after-school sessions for kids
who have special needs. It's not bad money. I know you've got all the
relevant qualifications. If you're interested, I could easily pull a few
strings and get you in."
Jenna suddenly halted her playing. "Wow, are you serious?"
"Of course I am. Look, the young 'uns think I'm some kind of ogre.
And they're probably right. But you, you'd be such an asset to the
school. And tell me honestly, do you truly enjoy working in a call
center?"
"I hate it. The pay is shit and I hate my boss. Now she's a real-life ogre."
"Exactly. Your talents are wasted in a dead-end job like that, Jenna.
It's up to you of course, but please give it some thought."
She turned round to face him. Kissing him hard the lips, she slipped
her arms round his shoulders. "I've given it thought. I accept! Now why
don't you let me thank you properly, Gordon?"
Jenna hiked up her dress, and unfastened Gordon's belt. She unzipped
his trousers, pushed down his underpants, and his rock hard erection
sprang free from its encumbrance. Unable to contain himself any longer,
Gordon pulled aside the crotch of her damp panties, positioned himself
to her entrance, and pushed himself into her. The soft lips between her
legs parted, and she threw her head back in sudden ecstasy as the
organist began thrusting himself in and out of her warm body, slowly at
first, then building in speed.
Outside, a black 4 by 4 had just pulled up in the church car park.
John Norris got out of the driver's side and furiously slammed the door
shut.
"John please, don't do this!" his wife pleaded. "Not in the church!"
"Look Patricia, I want to get to the bottom of this. First Gordon
angrily accuses me of spreading lies on Facebook. He called me "the
biggest shit-stirrer in this church" to my face! Now the chaps at the
Rotary Club have frozen me out. They said I've been making sexist jokes
and racist comments about Ukrainians! I ask you, when have I ever made a
racist comment? I haven't a racist bone in my body! And I've never
signed up to Facebook either. Someone is trying to smear my name. If you
ask me, Gordon's the one behind it all! Well, we'll see what he has to
say, man-to-man."
A look of horror swept Mrs. Norris' face. "You can't go in there! I can hear the organ - the choir are in there!"
"I don't care if the whole bloody town is in there!" John yelled, a
display of anger that was most unlike him. "This has gone too far. I
can't believe Gordon could be so vindictive. He'd a bad-tempered sod,
but I never thought he'd do this. Libel is a serious offence."
He stormed into the church and marched down the aisle, his panicking wife rushing after him.
"Alright alright, it wasn't Gordon. It was me!" She grabbed his arm. He halted.
"What?"
"I did it."
John shook his head. "Why are you trying to protect him? Do you fancy him or something? Is there more to this?"
"No! No of course I don't! Look, I signed up to Facebook so I could
access the church page but I used your name. I know I shouldn't have
but, well surely you must know how members of this church treat me? I'd
have been blocked immediately!"
John's face had gone through several shades of red and was now the color of raw steak.
"You, Did what? You've been spreading lies and racist comments using
an account with my name? What the hell am I married to?" He walked round
the side of the organ. "Bloody hell!"
Mrs. Norris shoved him aside, wondering what had shocked him. "That's
her! She's the one who's caused all this! The little tart! She's
bringing filth and depravity to this church!"
John glared at his wife. "I'd say your own venom has done that
already, Patricia." He turned and stormed off. "I'm going home. To pack a
few things. I'm going to stay at my brother's for a bit. And you, well
you can go to Hell."
"Gordon, do you hear somebody shouting?" Jenna sighed as she felt his warm cum fill her.
"Probably just a bit of rowdy teen behavior outside," Gordon replied with a smirk.
To be continued.
By Blacksheep, for Literotica.
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